Cleaning Off Things You Have Put in Your Vagina
The next morning feels like an alternate timeline.
She cannot remember feeling like the kind of girl who likes hot wax on her nipples.
Pressure marks and scars do not make sense now they are letters in a language some other self speaks.
A self red silk and glorious. Dim lights and flame and dark sky through glass.
A cloud is vaguely astonished that it has rained.
And the morning after glory
In the drywall light of day
Running water over plastic
Over glass
Over vegetable matter
This is something like a baptism
After all these years
Still trying to wash the forbidden
from the fruit
Is SIN in you?
.........Do you want it to be ;)
